It's spring fever. That is what the name of it is. And when you've got it, you want- oh, you don't quite know what it is you do want, but it just fairly makes your heart ache, you want it so! ~Mark Twain
There is a giddiness in the air, my friends. Pure giddiness! The children can feel it. The dogs can feel it. Those chirpy birds and that croaky frog and most especially this very high-strung girl can all FEEL the glorious approach of spring. We can smell it. We can see it in the sky and hear it in the wind. It is so magical in our tiny corner of this incredible world that I can barely stay in my skin! Oh yes, I do know that real spring doesn't even arrive for another month, but do you realize what that means? It means we get weeks and weeks of this! This anticipation of new life and new growth and new things. This revealing of things that we'd forgotten were there and the unveiling of things we didn't even know we had. And today, along with all that, came a truly uplifting revelation: this part of the season, in all its rapid change and absolute wonder and threat of chaos, this is what I was made for. The restlessness and doldrums that come from a changeless sky and all its seasonal predictability are, quite happily, a thing of the past. What we are enjoying in the air all around us is a feeling of all-things-are-possible. This transition from winter to spring is what my entire life has been about.
Before now, in all those grown-up years spent in southern California, I didn't know what I didn't know. If I did, I'm fairly sure I wouldn't have been able to stand being without it, and now that I do, I'm certain I can never let it go. Give me these cool, gusty winds and that soggy, fertile soil. Rejoice with me in the brisk days and the cool nights and the planning and preparation and anticipation. Let me revel in the prospect of a new world bounding forth all round me. My heart has finally found itself amid all the rugged beauty of this seasonal uncertainty. This place, this feeling, is my Michigan.